Gifted Slacker

I’m stupid.

I like approval (who doesn’t). The reason I regret not playing football is all the potential approval I never pursued. The reason I’m torn about rowing is that I’m seeking that approval, and afraid of forsaking that approval.

So I’m not going to row competitively, at least until it becomes something I want to do for my own sake. I may do a learn-to-row program sometime in the future, time and money permitting.

Hopefully this realization will enable me to let go of those regrets about football as well.

The Barenaked Ladies, Johnny Cash, Dire Straits, Journey, Styx, The Moody Blues, George Carlin, Eddie Poe, Bill Shakespear, Bill Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, Gene Roddenberry, Bill Cosby, Harold Ramis, Bill Murray, Harrison Ford, Sean Connery, Mark Hamil, Warwick Davis, Quentin Tarantino, Peter Mayhew, George Lucas, Neal Stephenson, Batman, Robin*, William Gibson, Neal Gaiman, Terry Goodkind, Michael Abrash, John Carmack, Richard ‘Levelord’ Gray, Dale Bryant, Boris Goldfarb, Mr. Holder, Mr. Swider, Anne Conway, Mom, Dad, little brother, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and so many others. . .

Thank you for providing me with hours upon hours of entertainment, ideas, new perspectives, love, support, understanding, conversation, tolerance, and everything else in life that’s truly worth anything. Everything that I am, and every worthwhile thing I have comes from others.

I enjoy Scott Adams’ blog too much.

“So I’m sitting there, doing the calculations in my head: Okay, that’s 4.5 years of meth use, once a day, 365 days in a year, 50 times more serotonin than an orgasm…that’s the equivalent of 80,000 orgasms.” #

You can attribute all of todays filler posts to the fact that I’m trying to catch up on my reading.  This program recommends the most boring readings ever, so I have to intersperse school reading with fun reading.

“… when he fell from the first-floor terrace of his home on Saturday morning trying to fight off the monkeys.” #

This makes me laugh every time I read it. A little heartless of me, yes. I can’t help what makes me giggle.

“Trying to fight off the monkeys” evokes so many hilarious images in my mind. I won’t try to describe them to you because I’m shit at description and storytelling.

“I detest group think. I hate rallying cries, I don’t like slogans or buzzwords, I get sweaty around culty thinking or “movements,” and in general, I get rashy around mobs, be they literate or otherwise.”
–Chris Mazin

I’m listening to iTunes on random. The song 3 AM by Matchbox 20 ended as the clock rolled over to . . . 3 AM. Funny-ish.

I went for a walk, then started to feel crappy, so I came back to my room. I am now a member of the Ballroom dance club. Hmmm.

I don’t know how I’m going to function today.

I’m having one of my sleepless nights. Don’t be surprised if you wake up and there are another handful of incoherent posts scattered about.

I’m having pants problems at the moment. I was taking my shorts off (boo-chicka-wow-wow) and the button came off. Crap.

It’s really no problem though, I’m buying a sewing kit tomorrow to fix Robin’s Novara bag. We’ll see if I can figure out how to sew a button on.

Between the stress of moving, starting school, and general upheaval, my diet has gone to shit. And I feel like hell. It’s time to turn over a new leaf. (Actually, most of the habits are old, but I need to reinstate/reinforce them.)

The proportions of fat, protein, and carbohydrates in my diet has gone awry. I’m mostly eating “bad” carbs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’m going to have to start eating much more lean meat and vegetables. Regardless of the expense.

I’ve also taken to eating a lot of snacks between meals. When the proportions in my diet get out of whack my appetite goes out of control. Another thing that gives rise to my snackiness is having no schedule for meals.

I need to start eating by the clock again, no matter how strange that seems to some. Meals will now happen between 6.00 and 20.00, spaced as eavenly as practical (Three meals, no snacking.). Unless it’s a special occasion or circumstances intervene, I will absolutely not eat after 20.00.

My exercise program has also fallen to shambles. The Sports Centre is shit. They have very little, low quality equipment, and the stuff that is worthwhile is often monopolized by sports team. Also, my schedule doesn’t allow me to get all my exercise in at one shot, which annoys the hell out of me.

I need to get back on my old schedule of exercise, even if it’s broken into two sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays:

• Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, Sunday - 45-60 minutes

• Monday - Heavy Push
• Tuesday - Light Pull
• Thursday - Light Push
• Friday - Heavy Pull

Getting used to kilogram-labelled weights is harder than I would have thought. Until I get used to them, I’m going to have to start recording my progress again.

I know that most of the weight that is bothering me at the moment is water. I don’t know why my body is retaining so much, though, so that doesn’t really make me feel any better.

I don’t really have any goal to lose weight. I just want to get back to feeling good, and get this icky-feeling, watery bloat out of my system.

Comments are now enabled on all posts made from today. They were initially disabled because my last blog became inundated with comment spam, and I didn’t want to deal with that again.

(Hey, J!)

Simply brilliant.